"What would my poor mother say to it?" "I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack," observed Hogarth. He could not doubt it. Thrilling, she began to dance, swirled, glided, and dipped. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate.
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